I'll wake up on some mornings, feel refreshed and eager for the night, usually a weekend. Then sometimes I wish the night will never end while others I want to end as soon as possible.
Weekdays on the other hand, I tend to dread the nights, knowing that once I sleep I'll wake up for the next day and it's a pretty simple routine.
It's funny how days go. You're really never satisfied for any day, mostly because you know it will happen every day.
What happens if there's one morning where it doesn't? Isn't there a reason why we call the present the present?
No comments:
Post a Comment